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As the Vltava ebbs and flows, meandering through time, so does the city of Prague.

The bridges go back and forth across the waters, like scissors in the fabric of time, tearing apart a city steeped in history, and one that is engulfed in modern European lifestyle.

The Vltava bears witness to all the love that's lost and found along its banks, in it's waters reflect the light and shadows of a great city.

The magic of Vltava allows it to take on many forms. Sometimes it morphs into a looking glass, showing you glimpses of your past and future, other times it takes up the shape of your lover, your destroyer, your victim, your god, your home, your prison, your gateway to other worlds.

You stand on a bridge alone and the Vltava talks to you, it asks if you will you grow old and still walk through that park alone ? It shows you reflections of the city's grand boulevards and intricately carved statues, reminding you of all the love you've squandered. The nights you've spent hiding, in the back of tram cars, between the arches of a church, below bridges, on its muddy banks, sharing space with rats and swans, in absinthe induced dreams, hoping that someone will find you, or you can find yourself.